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Showering Another Woman with Much Money, I No Longer Want Him
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On the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a transfer of 99.99 million dollar from my husband, Griffin Beckham. I should have been happy to see this transfer, but "Quincy" wasn’t my nam...
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第1章
On the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a transfer of 99.99 million dollar from my husband, Griffin Beckham. I should have been happy to see this transfer, but "Quincy" wasn’t my name. It was Griffin's first love.
A few seconds later, the transfer was reversed. He sent a voice message, casually saying, "Wrong number."
At that moment, my mother was lying in the hospital and the surgery fees were still unbelievable. I've begged him countless times, but he always said we were short on funds and I had to wait.
I couldn't take it anymore and dialed the number, "Didn't you say you had no money? The doctor said my mom's going to die if she doesn't have surgery soon!"
He was silent for a moment, then his voice was calm, "It's different. Your mom can hold on for a few more days, but tomorrow is Quincy's birthday and she's got her eye on a rare bag."
"What kind of bag is worth a life!?"
"Suzy, are you ever going to stop?" His tone suddenly became harsher, "Quincy got heart disease because I married you, what's wrong with me buying her a gift! Besides, look at yourself, always look so sloppy, what's the difference between you and a nanny? How can I not compare you to Quincy?"
The call ended abruptly.
Meanwhile, his first love updated her social media. [So-called favoritism is basically where a man's heart is, wherever his money is.]
Griffin liked and commented, [You deserve it.]
I smiled. Since his love had a price tag and my sincerity wasn’t even worth the money needed to save a life. Then this kind of man was better off without.
The notification of the transfer being withdrawn popped up just as I hung up the doctor's call demanding payment.
I was about to send a message to question him, but Griffin's voice message appeared first, "Transferred to the wrong person."
Those words pierced my heart with precision and I finally couldn't help but dial the number.
"Where's the money? Griffin, where's my mother's surgery fee?!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by Griffin's impatient voice, "You're at it again. Didn't I tell you, the company's cash flow..."
"Griffin, you just transferred 99.99 million to Quincy." I interrupted him, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
The other end of the line fell silent instantly, even the breathing seemed to soften.
“That was her birthday present.” After a long silence, he finally spoke. “I promised her a long time ago.”
“My mother’s life isn’t worth as much as a birthday present?”
“Suzy!” he interrupted sharply. “Don’t compare things like that. Why did Quincy get heart disease? If I hadn’t married you back then…”
“You were the one who pursued me back then!” I cried out. “You were the one who knelt down and proposed!”
Memories flooded back unexpectedly. Five years ago, Griffin’s heart and eyes were filled with nothing but me. He would suspend an international conference and fly back when I had menstrual cramps, just to personally brew a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea.
He would use his connections to bring in a top-notch team of experts when my mother suffered a sudden heart attack. He would go through a thunderstorm, traveling thousands of miles by helicopter to arrive before midnight to celebrate my birthday with me.
Back then, his eyes shone with light when he looked at me. But that light was extinguished after his first love, Quincy, returned to Crosswood.
First, there were endless phone calls late at night; then, the unfamiliar scent of perfume on his collar; and finally, he openly accompanied her to various events, without any attempt to hide it.
“Look at yourself now,” Griffin’s voice pulled me back to reality, cold and harsh. “You’re always so slovenly, no different from a nanny. How can you compare to Quincy.”
I looked down at myself. I was truly pathetic, but who gave me this pathetic state?
Six months ago, my mother urgently needed surgery, but the surgeon was unexpectedly replaced by Quincy. During the surgery, Quincy received a phone call and simply left the operating room. My mother’s condition worsened that night, requiring a heart transplant.
I went to confront Quincy, but Griffin vehemently protected her, only telling me she was in a bad mood and then the matter was dropped.
"So what?" My thoughts returned and I asked through gritted teeth, "So you took the money meant for my mom's life-saving treatment and used it to buy her a bag?"
"Your mom can wait two more days. That limited edition bag Quincy had her eye on will be gone if I don't buy it tomorrow," he said coldly.
Before I could say anything more, the call abruptly ended.
My phone screen was still lit; there was a new update on my Instagram. Quincy posted a photo of a high-end restaurant with floor-to-ceiling windows in the background, two wine glasses on the table.
The caption read, [Those who are favored are fearless. It proves that a man's heart is where his money is.]
Griffin liked it instantly and commented, [You deserve it.]
I stared at that comment for a long time, then liked it and replied below, [May you two be locked in forever.]
Then, I pulled up the number at the bottom of my contacts. The call connected quickly.
"I agree to go abroad with you and join your company."
"On the condition that I need 800,000 dollar for his life-saving treatment and that I make sure Griffin is penniless within a month."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before a voice said, "Deal. The money will be in your account in ten minutes. I'll pick you up in seven days."
After hanging up, I dialed my lawyer again, "Mr. Lawrence, draft a divorce agreement for me. I want a divorce."
第2章
Less than a minute after the call ended, 800,000 dollar was deposited. Watching my mother being smoothly wheeled into the operating room, I leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief for the first time.
My phone vibrated at that moment; it was an unknown number.
As soon as I answered, a young boy’s panicked voice came from the other end, “Is this Spencer’s sister? Come to the South District bar quickly! Something’s happened to him. Someone has accused him of harassment and molestation.”
My vision blurred and I almost dropped my phone. “Who is he harassing? Spencer couldn’t possibly...”
“It’s true! Spencer said that woman’s name is Quincy...”
I couldn’t hear the rest; my ears were ringing. I hung up and rushed into the elevator. I called Griffin over a dozen times along the way, but no one answered.
But when I arrived at the bar, I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. Griffin was gently comforting Quincy, his arm around her shoulder. Quincy leaned against him, her eyes red and swollen, looking utterly terrified.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up and a fleeting, almost defiant smile flashed in her eyes as she met my gaze.
“Suzy!” Spencer’s eyes instantly turned red when he saw me. “I didn’t do it, I really didn’t touch her, she framed me...” Before he could finish, Griffin’s bodyguard covered his mouth.
“Suzy, you really have surprised me.” Griffin’s voice followed, filled with undisguised anger and disgust.
“Just because I didn’t pay you immediately after your mother’s surgery, you instructed your own brother to use such despicable means to retaliate against her? How could you be so vicious!”
Instructed? Me, vicious? My blood rushed to my head. Looking at the man I’d shared a bed with for five years, he felt utterly estranged.
“Griffin, I didn’t ask Spencer to do anything. My mother just went into the operating room, I...”
“Enough!” he shouted sharply, not wanting to listen at all.
“A waiter witnessed it firsthand, the evidence is conclusive. I called you here only to inform you that the lawyer is preparing the materials. Spencer must pay the price for his actions!”
My heart felt like it had been stabbed by a dull knife. Looking at his resolute gesture in protecting Quincy, I suddenly felt that the past five years had been a ridiculous joke.
At this moment, Quincy, who had been sobbing quietly, suddenly tugged at Griffin’s sleeve.
“Griffin, please don’t be like this,” she choked, her voice filled with reluctance. “Spencer is, after all, your brother in law. I don’t want you two to hurt your relationship because of me. But, I’m really scared…”
She looked at me timidly, tears falling again, “If Suzy and Spencer are willing to kneel down and apologize to me in front of everyone, admitting their mistakes, I can forgive them and not pursue the matter.”
These words further solidified the accusation that Spencer had harassed her and that I had instigated him. A murmur rippled through the crowd, countless gazes piercing like needles.
Griffin looked at Quincy, his eyes softening instantly, filled with heartache, but when he turned back to me, his expression returned to its icy coldness.
“Did you hear that? Quincy is kind and willing to let you off the hook.” He stared at me, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Hurry up and do as she said!”
“I did nothing wrong, what’s there to apologize for!” Spencer roared, his eyes bloodshot. “You blind man, Griffin, this woman framed me. Suzy, don’t listen to them!”
“Shut up!” Griffin glared at Spencer, then fixed his gaze on me. “Suzy, do you want your brother to bear the charge of indecent assault, ruining his future, or do you want to apologize? The choice is yours.”
第3章
A moment of silence followed. Griffin looked at me quietly, his face expressionless. I knew what he was waiting for. He was waiting for me to bow my head, waiting for me to admit defeat, waiting for me to personally shatter the last vestiges of my dignity.
"Griffin," I heard my own voice, terribly dry, "is it... that if I apologize, you promise you won't pursue Spencer anymore?"
Griffin nodded. Spencer was about to rush forward when Griffin's men grabbed him, their eyes bloodshot as they shook their heads at me.
I released my grip, my knees buckled and I slammed heavily to the ground. A moment of silence followed, then a murmur of discussion erupted.
"My god, Mrs. Beckham really knelt before that woman?"
"Huh? I heard Mr. Beckham has always had his first love in his heart, looks like it's true..."
"No wonder, the main character kneeling before the mistress."
Quincy seemed uneasy amidst the murmurs; she gently tugged at Griffin's sleeve.
"Griffin, it's alright, everyone's watching, I... I forgive them, please let her get up."
Griffin's expression softened slightly, his gaze returning to me, but still carrying a lingering coldness.
"Quincy is soft-hearted, let's just let this go, but don't let it happen again and don't have any more inappropriate thoughts." His words were pointed, a clear warning.
I didn't answer, but simply stood up, my legs numb. Spencer immediately helped me up, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped me. We didn't look at the two people again and walked out of the bar amidst a chorus of pity and mockery.
On the way, Spencer's eyes were red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Suzy, why did you..."
"Mom's in the hospital having surgery," I interrupted him. "Just a few more days and this will never happen again."
He froze, looking at my face, swallowing the rest of his words and wiped his eyes heavily.
When we arrived at the hospital, my mother was just being wheeled out of the operating room. The doctor said it went smoothly and she just needed to be observed. I had just breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall to catch my breath, when I heard a familiar voice from the other end of the corridor.
Griffin and Quincy had also come to the hospital. Griffin saw me first, his brows immediately furrowing and he walked over in a few steps.
"The surgery?" he asked.
"I paid for it."
"Where did the money come from?" he pressed, his tone dripping with undisguised suspicion and disdain. "Eight hundred thousand, who gave it to you?"
"It's none of your business."
"None of my business?" Griffin took a step forward. "Suzy, I don't care how you got the money, but if I find out you've had any improper thoughts or damaged the Beckham Family's reputation, I won't let you off the hook."
I looked up at him, suddenly feeling utterly hopeless, "Griffin, do you think that without you I should die, or that I should steal and rob?"
He frowned.
"The money is clean; I borrowed it. As for who I borrowed it from, you don't deserve to know. Also, I don't want to wear the title of Mrs. Beckham for another day. I'll give you the divorce papers as soon as possible."
"You want a divorce?" Griffin's voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of a nurse nearby.
He lowered his voice, but his words were sharp and menacing. "Suzy, do you think divorce is something you can just decide to do? I don't agree. You'll never be able to shake off the title of Mrs. Beckham for the rest of your life."
"I've said it many times, Quincy and I are just friends. If you keep causing trouble, don't blame me for being impolite."
Quincy then approached, speaking softly, "Griffin, don't be like this… Suzy is probably just too sad."
She turned to me and smiled. "By the way, Suzy, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm having a small party in Landing Hotel. Tomorrow is also your and Griffin's wedding anniversary. Come along, just to give me face."
Looking at her innocent face, my stomach churned. "I'm busy."
"You must come," Griffin commanded coldly, brooking no refusal. "With things going on like this tonight, people are bound to have second thoughts about Quincy. If anyone asks tomorrow, you can clear things up for her."
I looked at him and to ensure a smooth departure, I finally suppressed all my emotions and forced out a single word, "Okay."
第4章
At seven o'clock that evening, I appeared precisely on time in the banquet hall on the top floor of the Landing Hotel.
Quincy was surrounded by a crowd in the center of the hall, her pink dress making her look stunning. Griffin stood beside her, speaking to her with a gentle expression I had never seen before.
My appearance caused the laughter and chatter at the door to pause for a moment. Whispering gossip, like mosquitoes, began to swarm around me.
"She actually came..."
"I wouldn't have the face to come. My husband is throwing a birthday party for his mistress and today happens to be my wedding anniversary..."
Griffin saw me, his smile faded slightly, his brows furrowed a little and he led Quincy towards me. “Now that you’re here, behave yourself.” His voice carried an unquestionable command.
“If anyone asks about last night’s bar incident, you know what to say.”
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on the spot where he held Quincy’s wrist. His knuckles were distinct; he had once held my hand like that. Quincy leaned against him obediently, her eyes crinkling as she looked at me, her voice soft and tender.
“Suzy, it’s so good you came. Come play some games with us, everyone’s waiting.”
Empty bottles and cards sat on the table. Everyone around me stared, their eyes filled with the excitement of watching a spectacle.
“Yes, Mrs. Beckham, let’s play together,” a short-haired woman said with a smile. “Quincy lost earlier and when asked about her first kiss, she readily admitted it was with Mr. Beckham.”
A murmur of knowing laughter rippled through the crowd. Griffin didn’t deny it, simply taking a sip of his drink.
Quincy blushed slightly and said coquettishly, "Stop fooling around, whose turn is it?"
The bottle spun on the table, finally landing squarely on me.
"Wow, Mrs. Beckham!" The short-haired woman excitedly pulled out a card. "Let me see, please choose Truth or Dare?"
Everyone looked at me.
I looked at the card, then at Quincy's expectant eyes and said calmly, "Truth."
The short-haired woman immediately cleared her throat, her voice rising, "I heard Mrs. Beckham has a seriously ill mother in bed and a younger brother who almost got arrested for harassing women. And you yourself seem to have trouble keeping your husband's heart. In comparison, Quincy is young, beautiful, successful and perfectly matched with Mr. Beckham."
She leaned forward, asking each word clearly, "Faced with this situation, doesn't Mrs. Beckham feel like a pathetic woman desperately holding onto your position?”
The words fell silent; even the background music seemed to stop. Everyone held their breath, looking at me, then furtively at Griffin and Quincy.
Quincy covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide, looking both shocked and... "Hey, how could you ask such a question? That's too much..." she said innocently.
"It's just a game," the short-haired woman chuckled. "Besides, everyone's actually quite curious..."
"Curious about what?" I interrupted her, my voice surprisingly calm. "Curious about why I haven't left yet, is that it?"
Griffin frowned. "Suzy, stop it."
I ignored him, stood up and looked coldly at Quincy. "You think so too, don't you?"
Quincy's expression changed slightly. She opened her mouth, seemingly trying to put on her usual innocent act. But I didn't give her a chance to speak.
"So last night you deliberately dragged my brother into the private room, accidentally spilled wine on yourself and then framed him for harassment? While my mother was undergoing surgery, you deliberately left, worsening her condition? Knowing that my mother urgently needed money for surgery, you still insisted that Griffin use it to buy you a birthday present?"
The words fell silent and all eyes turned to Quincy.
第5章
Quincy's face turned pale visibly and she instinctively gripped Griffin's arm tightly. She said, "Suzy, how could you say that to me? I know you hate me, but you can't frame such a vicious lie..."
I sneered, "Whether I'm wrong or not, you yourself..."
Before I could finish, Griffin raised his head and slapped me hard across the face. The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the quiet hall and I was jolted to the side. My cheek went numb instantly, followed by a burning pain.
"Suzy, have you gone mad?" Griffin's eyes were frighteningly cold, his voice filled with overwhelming rage.
"Look at yourself now. You're nothing but an unreasonable shrew!" He took a step forward, his tall figure looming over me, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
"Quincy is the expert I hired, she's done her best, yet you repay kindness with enmity, repeatedly making false accusations. It seems I've been too lenient with you." He gave me a disgusted look, then turned to the bodyguard at the door and snapped, "Take her out of here, don't embarrass me again..."
Before he could finish the word, several gasps of surprise came from the distance.
"Is that chandelier swaying?"
I instinctively looked up. Right above us, the enormous crystal chandelier was swaying violently.
"Watch out!"
Griffin's expression changed drastically. He whirled around, grabbing the trembling Quincy beside him and pulling her into his arms, shielding her with his back. But in that instant of turning and pulling, his arm slammed into my shoulder.
Already staggered from the slap, I was caught completely off guard and fell backward. Almost simultaneously, with a deafening crash, the heavy chandelier crashed down. I fell heavily to the ground, the back of my head hitting the floor and my vision went black.
The next second, the chandelier came crashing down on me. A shard of glass grazed my forehead and blood immediately gushed out, blurring my vision. But an even sharper pain came from my lower abdomen.
In the instant I fell, my lower abdomen slammed hard against the corner of the table beside me. An indescribable, excruciating pain surged through me; I could even clearly feel a warm, uncontrollable flow gushing from between my legs.
Many people who witnessed this gasped in shock. However, despite the commotion, Griffin didn't even turn to look at me.
He gripped Quincy's shoulders tightly, his voice stern as he berated her, "Are you stupid? The lamp was about to fall and you didn't even try to dodge?" "
As he spoke, he anxiously checked her for injuries, his face showing a panic and heartache I hadn't seen in a long time. Quincy nestled in his arms, sobbing softly, unharmed.
"Griffin..." I called out to him in a hoarse voice, "Take me to the hospital... my stomach... it hurts so much..."
Griffin turned around at the sound of my voice and saw my face covered in blood and my body a mess. A look of panic flashed across his face immediately and he instinctively walked towards me.
"Griffin," Quincy in his arms let out a weak groan, "my chest feels so tight, I can't breathe..."
Griffin's body tensed instantly and he immediately stopped, holding Quincy even tighter.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, we'll go to the hospital right away."
He didn't look at me again, scooped Quincy up in his arms and turned to run quickly out of the banquet hall.
"Griffin...save me..." My pleas faded after he turned away and my vision began to blur.
The others around me watched silently as I lay in a pool of blood, pleading. No one dared to approach. Before my last breath of consciousness faded, I saw countless mocking and sarcastic glances and Griffin's increasingly blurry figure carrying Quincy.
第6章
I opened my eyes again in a VIP hospital room. The doctor told me the impact had caused a miscarriage; the baby couldn't be saved. I was stunned for a few seconds before realizing I'd been pregnant without my knowledge.
The room door was open and I could hear the nurses talking in the hallway.
"Miss Brown is so lucky, but she was too shocked; Mr. Beckham stayed with her all night."
"But Mrs. Beckham suffered a fracture and miscarriage and Mr. Beckham didn't even come to see her. It's true, old flames can never compare to new ones."
"Who says otherwise? But I heard that someone who gossiped at the banquet and deliberately asked sarcastic questions, had her family's company suddenly investigated this morning; bankruptcy is imminent."
"And the two workers responsible for repairing the hotel chandeliers were taken away last night. It's said… Mr. Beckham personally intervened."
"Well, it seems Mrs. Beckham isn't entirely without a place in Mr. Beckham's heart."
I listened with my eyes closed, but my heart was ice-cold. Griffin did all this, not for me at all. It was simply because someone had dared to harm his wife on his territory, damaging the Beckham Family's reputation. If he truly cared, I wouldn't be sitting here listening to this gossip alone.
For the next three days, I stayed in the hospital. The news and social media, however, were abuzz. Griffin spent lavishly to comfort the frightened Quincy.
He held a solo exhibition for her at the city's art museum, even though Quincy's works seemed laughably naive to me, Suzy Flynn, a former art academy prodigy. He bought a set of jade jewelry, once in the collection of European royalty, at a high price at an auction, named it "Quincy," and presented it to her in an ostentatious display.
Just because Quincy casually mentioned liking Venice, he chartered a private jet, planning to take her there for a relaxing vacation.
I calmly scrolled past these notifications. I suddenly remembered that when we first got married, I had cautiously mentioned wanting to see the Northern Lights in Norway. Griffin was working on documents at the time and didn't even look up, "What's so interesting about that harsh, cold place? The company's busy; don't make any trouble."
After that, I never mentioned it again.
That afternoon, I called a nurse, dragged my still-recovering body, completed the administration alone and left the hospital.
Back in that cold villa, I entered the password and the lock beeped with an error message. I tried again; still wrong. The password had been changed.
I rang the doorbell and a few seconds later the door opened, but it wasn't a maid; it was Quincy. She was wearing soft loungewear, her long hair loosely tied up, like the lady of the house.
Seeing me return, she showed just the right amount of surprise, then smiled gently, "You back? Come in quickly, Griffin is helping me pick out a dress."
My gaze passed over her and landed on Griffin sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a wedding dress catalog.
"Why did you change the password?" I asked coldly.
Quincy blinked, her voice soft, "Well, I've been a light sleeper lately and I'm always worried about safety. Griffin said to change the password to my birthday, so I feel more at ease. Suzy, you don't mind, do you?"
Griffin then looked up at the door, his brow furrowing slightly, "Why were you discharged from the hospital?"
Looking at his expression and reaction, I suddenly felt that even questioning him was superfluous. I couldn't stay a second longer and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Griffin's voice came from behind me.
I didn't turn around. "Griffin," my voice was soft, yet each word was clear, "Three days."
"What three days?"
"Three days from now is your birthday."
It would also the day I leave. I didn't finish the sentence. I turned and glanced at him, my eyes calm and unwavering, as if looking at a stranger.
"That day, I will give you a gift you will never forget."
第7章
For the next two days, I stayed at the hospital with my mother. In the afternoon, I had just reached the hospital entrance with the porridge I bought. Suddenly several men in black covered my mouth and dragged me into a car.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already on the yacht. Griffin stood opposite me, his eyes bloodshot. Beside him, Spencer was tied up, hanging from the cabin railing.
"Griffin, what are you doing? Let Spencer go!" I stared in terror.
"Tell me first, where did you take Quincy?" Griffin's voice was hoarse. "She's been missing for a whole day. In this world, who else but you would dare to harm her?"
"I don't know. Release Spencer now!" I struggled to stand up, but the bodyguard held me down firmly.
"You don't know? Looks like you won't admit it until you see the coffin." Griffin was getting impatient and nodded to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard gave a sudden shove and Spencer was left hanging precariously over the ship's railing.
"Stop!" I lunged forward. "Are you crazy? Pull him up!"
The next second, Griffin pulled out a knife from somewhere, looking at Spencer suspended in mid-air, his tone terrifyingly calm, "I'll give you one last chance. Where's Quincy?"
"I don't know! What do you want me to say?" I grabbed his arm. "Griffin, look at me. Have I ever lied to you in my life?"
Griffin's eyes wavered for a moment, but then darkened again. "If you still won't tell, don't blame me for being impolite."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swung the knife, the rope snapping instantly. Spencer's figure plummeted straight into the dark sea, splashing everywhere with a loud splash. I pushed past his restraints, trying to jump into the sea to save him, but Griffin held me tightly.
"Where's Quincy? Tell me and I'll have someone save him!"
"I don't know, I swear I don't know!" I struggled frantically, watching the bubble on the surface of the sea shrink.
Just then, Griffin's phone rang. He answered the phone, listened for a few seconds and his face changed drastically, "You found her? I'm coming right now!"
With that, he released me, turned and rushed out of the cabin without looking back. The bodyguards quickly followed him and the yacht was instantly empty.
Without thinking, I jumped into the sea. The icy water submerged my head. I groped in the darkness and finally grabbed his sinking body.
When I finally dragged him onto the deck with all my might, Spencer's lips were already blue. I knelt beside him, desperately pressing on his chest, performing artificial respiration again and again.
My hands trembled, I pressed until I was exhausted, but he never opened his eyes again. I held his cold body like that on the deck until dawn.
Only when it was fully light did I emerge from my grief and in a daze, I obtained Spencer's death certificate and cremated his body.
Then I went to the hospital to complete my mother's transfer procedures. After watching her safely board a medical plane bound for overseas, I returned to the villa, clutching Spencer's ashes. I packed a few essential clothes and important documents into my suitcase.
My phone lit up; it was a message from Griffin, [Don't forget the birthday party at 7 PM tonight. Bring Spencer along. Also, weren't you going to give me a big gift? I'm really looking forward to it.]
I lowered my head, looking at the urn in my arms, my nails digging deep into my palms. Forcing back my grief, I replied with a simple [Okay.]
As I went downstairs, the butler was standing in the living room.
I handed him a box, "It's Mr. Beckham's birthday party tonight. Be sure to give this to him personally and tell him I wish him all his wishes come true."
The sun was shining brightly as I stepped out of the villa. A black sedan pulled up at the door and the driver got out and took my suitcase.
The car drove towards the airport, merging into the bustling traffic. I rolled down the car window, took one last look at the city sky and then blocked all of Griffin's contact access.
Afterwards, I sent the surveillance video from the yacht last night to major media outlets and the police via scheduled transmission.